Gren let out a laugh as his barrier is peppered by their gunfire. "Oops, forgot to turn off the helmet mic. My bad." To show just how sorry he was, he ripped off his Claymore from his back and leveled it one handed towards the Salarian's face. He squeezed the trigger, his arm jerking from the kickback as he fires the cannon disguised as a shotgun. His free hand begins to glow with biotic energy as he focuses his power. He half
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turns to present his side towards the oncoming Asari and, the moment she presents herself, he releases a viscous warp attack straight towards her.
The salarian is staggered as the Claymore makes quick work of his shields, but the gunfire resumes soon after as he steps backward, and his aim goes higher in hopes of hitting the helmet once the krogan's shields run out.
The turian is slammed into the ground with a loud crunch of a broken bone, and he loses his weapon. He is still conscious as he inches toward the dropped weapon, but he doesn't reach it before another biotic field from the friendly asari pulls it into the alley.
The hostile asari brings up a quick barrier to block the oncoming warp field and follows up by sending a strong shockwave towards the krogan; friendly fire be damned.
Gren racks the shotgun even as his barrier begins to waver and break down. But still, he stands there, uncaring, unbothered. At least until the shockwave comes cascading towards him. "Piss," he states as he hops to the side as quickly as his old and bulky frame allows him. Enough to at least not be tossed around like a pyjack. The Krogan raises his shotgun again as bullets lodge into his armour and he fires another shot towards
the Salarian, this time letting his biotic power flare up and attempt to grip the asari in his own hold and sling her away like an annoying gnat.
The turian manages to get up to a knee, and he unholsters a Carnifex which he starts shooting at the krogan while he's preoccupied with the asari. Some shots from inside the alley do land on him, but his shields hold for now.
The hasty shockwave took a lot out of the asari, so she is wholly unprepared for the follow-up from the krogan and is tossed aside, coming to a stop against the wall just before the corner. She loses her weapon in the process.
Gren staggers under the impact of the Carnifex, holes being blown in his armour and body. "GRAAAAH!" The Krogan turns towards the Turian and racks his shotgun again, firing a blast to stagger the Turian foe. However, the shot was not sought to be an immediate killing blow. Instead, Gren holsters his weapon and draws the long knife from his shoulder and charges forward, reaching out to rip the turian from the ground and bury the
blade through the gap between the helm and body armour. If dispatched, he would spin with a roar and huck the body towards the asari.
The turian tries to speak but is unable to utter a word before the knife goes into his throat, leaving only gurgling noises in place of words. The asari is not close enough for the krogan's turian toss to hit her, and he instead ends up in the middle of the intersection; not moving.
The salarian comes to again despite the shotgun blast having broken through the armor and causing some strong bleeding. He clutches the wound, cloaks his armor, and tries to get away before the krogan notices him. The street is quite dirty, but the blood drops are hard to miss.
The friendly asari shows up at the entrance of the alley now that traversing it isn't as hazardous. Her weapon is aimed down as she surveys the battlefield. "Did you take them all out?" she asks over comms, but her voice can be heard as well since she doesn't wear armor; she is clad in a red zipped-up leather jacket with some covert shielding and simple dark pants.
Gren tisks. He was losing his touch. If he were a few centuries younger, he would've easily made that throw and then some. He pulled out his shotgun and racked it once. "Nope." He turned, followed the blood trail with his eyes and leveled the shotgun once again. He fired towards the cloaked salarian and took a minute to see if he heard the sound of a body hitting the ground.
The shot lands, and there is a thump of someone hitting the ground shortly after it, but the cloak is still active.
The asari gets to her feet while Gren is looking for the salarian and sends off another shockwave. "Watch out, behind you!" the friendly asari calls out. Once the field is done, the hostile asari will start running toward the west. The shockwave makes the friendly asari stay in cover.
Gren hums in satisfaction. As he holsters his shotgun, he hears the warning of the friendly asari. "Oh for-". He turns just in time to get greeted with the shockwave which rips him from his feet. He falls away a fair distance before colliding with the ground. "Grah! Stop -doing- that!" He rolls back onto his feet, stretching his back out as the hostile sprints away. He wasn't fast enough to catch up with her. He knew that well
enough. So, he rolled his shoulders and started to plod lazily over to where the mercenaries were taking cover.
Foyna raises her weapon towards the asari, but with the store windows behind the fleeing asari, she does not get a shot off before she is out of view. Instead, she gets out of cover, holstering her weapon. "Are you okay?" she asks.
Oras begins making his way out of the the alley, as well. The salarian has deep green skin and plain black clothing with a kinetic barrier vest over it. He has a medi-gel'd injury on his right arm. "Thanks," he says.
It starts raining, though it is mostly heard in this street as the sky is nearly blocked by higher streets.
Gren looked at the pair of them from beneath his helmet, sparing them from the rather dirty glare that he was giving them. He looks down to the holes in his armour and the blood that had seeped through, but he shrugged dismissively. "I've had worse. I'll live." He then gestures to the pair of them. "So what the fuck did you two do to piss off these guys? Weren't you told to keep your noses out of it?"
Foyna snorts at the last bit before answering. "I guess they recognized us," she says. "We went to the crash site last night and started looking around. I shopped at the stores, and Oras would work his magic to grab footage off the cameras in them, but today they were on us as soon as we got out of the taxi."
Oras steps away from the pair, and heads for the downed turian. He crouches beside him and begins searching the armor.
Gren shrugs his shoulders with a huff, watching the Salarian for a moment. "So you didn't get anything useful?" He asked with a grunt, stepping towards the asari. "Or are we wasting time by standing around and waiting for more assholes to come down here and pin us down?"
Foyna shakes her head. "We didn't get far before they found us out," she says. "Maybe Oras could get something off their 'tools, but we should probably get lost before more of them or NAPF shows up."